#superslashco

based on That Post about the chick who sets up her straight-friend-who’s-never-had-an-orgasm with a pretty dyke that i can’t find the link to rn

“What, do you mean you've never had an orgasm!?”

Lillian jolts in her chair, nearly spilling her drink in her effort to shush her from across the table.

“Maybe--” she hisses-- “you could shout that just a little louder in this crowded restaurant?”

Alura, just shy of wine drunk, leans in conspiratorially, voice lowered to a scandalised almost-whisper.

“You mean never? As in, never-ever?”

Lillian doesn't respond to that, just purses her lips and spears a chunk of melon rather viciously with her fork.

Brunch was a Bad Idea.

Alura sits back in her chair, a stunned look on her face, gazing off into the middle distance.

“I just really can't believe-- ”

“ Thank you, Alura.” She sighs and mutters down at her plate. “I don't even know why I tell you things if this is how you're going to--”

There's suddenly a hand covering her hand, and she looks up to see the face of contrition.

“No, I'm sorry. I just-- I didn't-- I never-- I guess I always assumed that you had…” she gestures vaguely at the whole of Lillian’s body, “y'know… all of that going on.”

Lillian thinks she may have just been complimented, but it's somewhat marred by how completely and totally humiliated she feels. She's never really enjoyed sex, not with any of her ex-husbands, and in the circles of women she used to move in that was more or less the norm.

But now suddenly she has friends .

Friends who apparently have immensely fulfilling sex lives.

She can feel her cheeks burning, and with Alura still reaching over the table to hold her hand, she finds (to her horror) that her eyes are starting to burn too.

Her first husband had always said there was something wrong with her.

Maybe he was right after all.

+Bonus

This is a Supercarp (Kara/Cat/Lena) fic.

Here’s the final chapter of Part 1 what I have decided to call the Supercarp Promise-verse. Is there a Part 2 in the works? Maybe- I have a title for it at least, so now I just need to figure out the plot... :P

So much thanks to @coop-writes for being my beta on this fic and for giving me all the love and attention. <3

Excerpt:

There was something poking her in the ribs.

Lena tried to tune out the annoyance, but it came again and with a small huff she opened her eyes. The glare she had been planning on shooting her wife dropped away as her gaze fell across Kara, still asleep with her head tucked against Cat’s chest, the sheets that had been kicked down sometime during the night leaving her exposed to the first rays of the morning sun.

Almost too slowly, the feeling in the rest of her body caught up to what she was seeing, and she realized that the pleasant warmth against her front was due to the way she was wrapped protectively around Kara from the other side. Her head was cushioned on the pillow just above the golden strands of Kara’s hair, and her arm was draped over Kara’s waist, holding them flush together.

Read the rest on AO3

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Supergirl (TV 2015) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kara Danvers/Cat Grant Characters: Kara Danvers, Cat Grant, Alex Danvers Additional Tags: supercat, Slow Burn, Some angst, Angst, Who am I kidding lots of Angst, Minor reference to suicide

Excerpt:

"Do me a favour and take off your glasses" Cat’s voice was blunt, uncompromising. There was no hint of patience in the request.

"My glass… I… I can’t! I’d be blind without them!"

"I doubt that." As far as clumsy attempts at concealing agitation went, this was pretty bad, even for Kara’s standards, and Cat wasn’t about to be deterred by such a weak excuse. “If you’re not who I think you are, what does that matter?”

"Miss Grant, I…"

"Glasses, or I take it as a confirmation"

Kara’s cheerful smile died at that, and she took a deep breath, then turned to the side. Why did she do that? Why turn away from me to remove her glasses? Cat watched Kara look at her, lenses in one hand, every last shred of confidence frayed and torn.

And just like that, as their eyes met, unencumbered by worthless disguise, Cat saw the truth. With her gaze, she traced the small scar between the eyebrows, the round golden earrings, the unmistakable jawline, lips full and slightly trembling, collarbones, visible from the open shirt, and underneath all that, the brazen heart of a hero.